(C)amomile (studxstud)

Chap 6: Cokes.

I walked into my living room seeing my coffee table covered in coke and weed. I looked up to see Pedro and two white women sitting on Cam's couch. What the fuck? Where is Cam? I can't believe she still hasn't come home. She hasn't been answering her phone and she hasn't been home in a week, it's now Friday and I missed her. I knew where she was though, her phone had a chip in it and so did her car. I wanted to give her the space that she needed because I knew I fucked up, but she better not fuck up because I'll kill that girl that she's staying with. Why we gotta bring unnecessary people into this, ain't nobody gotta lose their life. She just needs to come home to me.

"Bro, get them bitches off Cam's couch." I said frustrated.

"They won't stain it I promise," he said continuing to bag out the coke.

"Why you gotta do this shit in my living room?"  I asked dipping my pinky finger into the coke and sniffing it.

"Pops been selling grade B shit? Why?" I asked.

"This is for the streets, we started cutting back on what we sell in the streets." He said.

"Ain't it cut back on credibility though?" I said putting my pinky on my tongue tasting the coke.

"Nah, these niggers don't know the difference." He responded.

I shrugged my shoulders and walked off. I knew what grade A coke smelled and tasted like, I've been around it for years. I haven't seen Mona since the evening we went to visit Banks but I've seen Cindy though. She told me that she was out of town, I wondered why Mona didn't let me know what's up. We were supposed to pick Jaydenna up from the airport tomorrow and I was wondering if Cam would come home tonight. I walked into my room and decided to call her. She wasn't picking up, I knew her schedule and she shouldn't have any classes at this time on a Friday. I called three more times before she finally decided to pick up.

"Why the fuck are you calling my phone you gorilla looking ass deadbeat?" She spat into the phone once the call was connected.

"Damn, you don't gotta be so fucking hurtful," I said.

"Come offa me phone.." She said.

"Wait! Don't hang up. I miss you please come home," I said sighing.

"Nah nigga, you don't want me." She said.

"Of course I do!" I said.

"Nah, you don't." She shot back.

"Listen and listen good, you're the only person I've wanted for 3 fucking years now. I messed up and I'm sorry and I'd like to talk this over with you so stop avoiding me and drive your ass the fuck back to OUR house. You ain't gonna like it if I gotta come fucking get you Camomile." I said putting the phone on speaker and looking at it like I could see her through the phone.

"Aiite, I'll be there in 30." She said.

"Nah, make it 15 and I ain't playing," I said.

"You're pushing it buddy," She said.

"You fucking PUSHED it when you decided to sleep at someone else's place for a whole WEEK!! When you're house is sitting here waiting for you. I ain't bought this damn house for you to be sleeping at another bitch's place when we fall out. Better get yo ass home before I lose my shit and come beat that nigga for accommodating you." I hissed.

"You ain't gone do shit punk!" She said.

"Don't be here in 15 and we'll see just how much of a punk I am." I said disconnecting the call.

I sighed, well that went well. I didn't like showing this side of me but she got me fucked up. I walked back downstairs into the kitchen and took out a bottle of tequila from the cupboard and turned it to my head instead of taking out a glass. I was mad pissed that she left for a whole fucking week. I stared over into the living room at Pedro and his girls bagging up the coke. Damn, I really thought I left this life behind. I went to sit on the couch with them with the bottle of tequila in my hand and turned on the television putting on FX to see what was going on. I really loved FX and it was all Mona's fault, it's all she ever watched.